Your long, straight hair,
brilliant in the rays of light
outlining pastel white clouds,
whips behind you as
your delicate, joyous face,
(bright eyes, sweet smile)
turns in quick excitement,
you and your laughter
dancing on the air
running wild in that
rusted orange sundress
through the tall, leaning grass
in echoing silence of memory
and long gone.
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this is amazing.
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